Post by David Alastair on May 25, 2006 22:41:16 GMT -5
((OCC Note: Blah! About time I got back into the groove...))
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With one last bench press, David sighed in relief. In the week off in preparation for "Timebomb", Alastair spent his time driving, spending time with family, taking Kyoko on a tour of New York City, and training. Training in an old gym used by up-and-coming boxers and wrestlers, owned by one of his uncle's best friends. It was this small, uncomfortable, and not the most finest facility in the world that David Alastair refined his anger and aggression. The anger and aggression that stemmed from loss, yet that same anger and aggression went on to help Alastair earn many achievements. All that aside, David slips underneath the weights and sits up.
He was getting a tad rusty. And also the fact that he hadn't really sat down and exercised since his arrival back in the States. As well as training, ever since he's been back, he never really experienced another thing. Being alone. Time away from people. Not that Kyoko was annoying or anything, but there's just times where it seemed like she was too much into his business. Sure sure, she is his manager, but a guy needs to be alone. Luckily, Uncle Ben knew so and covered for David when Kyoko asked if she could come with.
David got up and reached for his towel on a nearby bench. In wiping the sweat off his face, a door opening and closing vibrated its way into Alastair's ear. The stocky-built owner, Mr. Horowitz, was arguing with someone up front followed. David blinked and started down the dark hall up to the front of the gym.
There, he sees a WCF camera crew with Hank Brown. Now, Mr. Horowitz wasn't too fond of something like publicity. Even though a couple famous boxers, athletes, and wrestlers have lifted weights and what not.
Hank, all in his WCF collar shirt and khakis, was the first to spot Alastair...
Hank: David, David. How's it going, pal? Can you do me a favor and wave off this nutcase?
Next up, Mr. Horowitz eyeballed Hank through his two inch thick glasses...
Horowitz: Now listen here, bozo. You eitha git out o' my gym or yas gonna get beaten like rag dolls. Ain't that right, Davey?
David had to think quick. He knew the rules of "Horowitz's House of Honor". No cameras, no media people, no publicity. Mainly because Horowitz wasn't really keeping his place all up to speed, therefore bringing in the city and state to install their 'regulations'. This would be disaster for ole Horowitz, as he didn't have the money to readjust.
But also, David didn't want to provide a bad influence on his WCF employers through word of mouth.
All in all, Alastair was a private person. He didn't any more people sticking their noses into his family life. The only exception thus far: Kyoko.
David then grabbed an unsuspecting Hank Brown by the collar of his shirt and held him slightly two inches away from his own face. He made his words clear to Hank, and also not to have Horowitz overhear what David had to say...
David: Meet me in Manhattan. Empire State Building. Six sharp.
He then pushed Hank away, only to have Hank stumble over his own feet. Brown simply nodded, and motioned to his crew. In a matter of mere moments, the WCF crew was gone.
David heaved a giant sigh...
David: Well, that's over.
Horowitz crossed his arms over his gut and grunted...
Horowitz: 'Dem guys aren't too bright, now ain't dey? No matter, you scared them away.
David: Yeah...
Alastair then proceeds to glance at the clock above Horowitz....
David: I better get my stuff and get rolling. Schedules these days...
Horowitz nodded in agreement...
Horowitz: Yea, being busy's better than being bored, eh?
David started to head towards the back...
David: You bet. It makes you feel alive sometimes...
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It took him awhile to get there, but at six sharp, Alastair was waiting underneath the massive structure known as the Empire State Building. He looks around, taps his foot, and occasionally yawning as he waits.
David (in thought): So...these guys really don't know how to find one of the tallest buildings in the world?
Finally, a WCF van can be seen. However, they had to cut off a taxi or two to park the van in the correct spot. In a few moments time, the whole crew was all set up. Hank Brown was standing next to the "New Messiah".
The cameras roll...
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Hank: Hello. This is Hank Brown for the WCF and I have a special guest here today. That special guest, folks, is the "New Messiah" David Alastair.
Alastair looks up into space, inhaling and exhaling.
Hank: So Mr. Alastair, what do you think of your match against "The Prince of Darkness" Matthew Draven at Timebomb this Sunday?
David opens his eyes and looks into the camera.
David: Prince of Darkness? Is this the name of the person I will be facing this Sunday?
Hank: Yes sir...
David: Well, this "Prince of Darkness" is no match for the New Messiah. He may have some perverted, little boy molester for a priest guiding him, speaking his gospels of gloom and doom. He may have the very depths of hell riding on his heels, driven by demons infested in his very soul...
However, it doesn't make any difference. None, what-so-ever. Messiahs aren't supposed to be scared of those sort of things. No. That's why I will defeat this monster, Sunday. I'm not intimidated, I'm not afraid, in fact...I beat this man at the last Sunday Slam. Not cleanly from what I saw on the tape, but enough to show that I can defeat Draven.
Hank nods...
Hank: Aside from the fact that you'll be one-on-one against Draven. I was wondering...why did you lead us here? To the Empire State Building?
David: You know Hank, that's a very good question. This building is larger than life. It has stood the test of time, it has been the tallest buildings in the world at one point of time...
But I look at it in another way, Hank. I look at it as a model of what my career will become in this company. From my foundation in training and wrestling in Japan, I will shoot upwards into the top of the world. My matches will become bigger and bigger. From my debut, to my current and other feuds down the road, to main eventing at the WCF Pay-Per-Views and my eventual reign as WCF World Champion...
And when this career of mine is over, I will leave an impression. A landmark. In fact, a benchmark for other wrestlers in years to come to shoot for when wrestling for this business.
Hank looks upwards as well as the camera. It gives an impression to outsiders and viewers that the Empire State Building is larger than life. It does seem like it from ground level. The camera comes back down, focusing on David Alastair and Hank Brown...
Hank: Well Mr. Alastair, it was a pleasure to speak with you. Good luck on your match at Timebomb.
David nods...
David: Behold! For your new Messiah has spoken, Hank Brown. It was a pleasure of spreading my word out through this interview this evening...
And the camera fades to black...
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As the cameraman finally takes the camera off his shoulder, the WCF crew packs everything up. However, Hank looked at David in confusion...
Hank: So what was with that guy at the gym?
David sighed.
David: Well, it's a long story. And it's really none of my business to tell either. That's why I dragged you guys out of trouble and to here.
Hank: I see. Anyways, we gotta run back to the WCF Arena to set up for Timebomb and everything. Plus, maybe a few more interviews along the way. Who knows. See ya Sunday, dude.
David: Later.
Within the span of ten minutes, the WCF crew left. David breathed in for a moment, enjoying possibly one of the last moment of being alone before the long haul. But he couldn't help but wonder... where will he be in a few years' time? He shrugged it off, and look up towards the top of the building...
David (in thought): Now, I have to prove that point...
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With one last bench press, David sighed in relief. In the week off in preparation for "Timebomb", Alastair spent his time driving, spending time with family, taking Kyoko on a tour of New York City, and training. Training in an old gym used by up-and-coming boxers and wrestlers, owned by one of his uncle's best friends. It was this small, uncomfortable, and not the most finest facility in the world that David Alastair refined his anger and aggression. The anger and aggression that stemmed from loss, yet that same anger and aggression went on to help Alastair earn many achievements. All that aside, David slips underneath the weights and sits up.
He was getting a tad rusty. And also the fact that he hadn't really sat down and exercised since his arrival back in the States. As well as training, ever since he's been back, he never really experienced another thing. Being alone. Time away from people. Not that Kyoko was annoying or anything, but there's just times where it seemed like she was too much into his business. Sure sure, she is his manager, but a guy needs to be alone. Luckily, Uncle Ben knew so and covered for David when Kyoko asked if she could come with.
David got up and reached for his towel on a nearby bench. In wiping the sweat off his face, a door opening and closing vibrated its way into Alastair's ear. The stocky-built owner, Mr. Horowitz, was arguing with someone up front followed. David blinked and started down the dark hall up to the front of the gym.
There, he sees a WCF camera crew with Hank Brown. Now, Mr. Horowitz wasn't too fond of something like publicity. Even though a couple famous boxers, athletes, and wrestlers have lifted weights and what not.
Hank, all in his WCF collar shirt and khakis, was the first to spot Alastair...
Hank: David, David. How's it going, pal? Can you do me a favor and wave off this nutcase?
Next up, Mr. Horowitz eyeballed Hank through his two inch thick glasses...
Horowitz: Now listen here, bozo. You eitha git out o' my gym or yas gonna get beaten like rag dolls. Ain't that right, Davey?
David had to think quick. He knew the rules of "Horowitz's House of Honor". No cameras, no media people, no publicity. Mainly because Horowitz wasn't really keeping his place all up to speed, therefore bringing in the city and state to install their 'regulations'. This would be disaster for ole Horowitz, as he didn't have the money to readjust.
But also, David didn't want to provide a bad influence on his WCF employers through word of mouth.
All in all, Alastair was a private person. He didn't any more people sticking their noses into his family life. The only exception thus far: Kyoko.
David then grabbed an unsuspecting Hank Brown by the collar of his shirt and held him slightly two inches away from his own face. He made his words clear to Hank, and also not to have Horowitz overhear what David had to say...
David: Meet me in Manhattan. Empire State Building. Six sharp.
He then pushed Hank away, only to have Hank stumble over his own feet. Brown simply nodded, and motioned to his crew. In a matter of mere moments, the WCF crew was gone.
David heaved a giant sigh...
David: Well, that's over.
Horowitz crossed his arms over his gut and grunted...
Horowitz: 'Dem guys aren't too bright, now ain't dey? No matter, you scared them away.
David: Yeah...
Alastair then proceeds to glance at the clock above Horowitz....
David: I better get my stuff and get rolling. Schedules these days...
Horowitz nodded in agreement...
Horowitz: Yea, being busy's better than being bored, eh?
David started to head towards the back...
David: You bet. It makes you feel alive sometimes...
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
It took him awhile to get there, but at six sharp, Alastair was waiting underneath the massive structure known as the Empire State Building. He looks around, taps his foot, and occasionally yawning as he waits.
David (in thought): So...these guys really don't know how to find one of the tallest buildings in the world?
Finally, a WCF van can be seen. However, they had to cut off a taxi or two to park the van in the correct spot. In a few moments time, the whole crew was all set up. Hank Brown was standing next to the "New Messiah".
The cameras roll...
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Hank: Hello. This is Hank Brown for the WCF and I have a special guest here today. That special guest, folks, is the "New Messiah" David Alastair.
Alastair looks up into space, inhaling and exhaling.
Hank: So Mr. Alastair, what do you think of your match against "The Prince of Darkness" Matthew Draven at Timebomb this Sunday?
David opens his eyes and looks into the camera.
David: Prince of Darkness? Is this the name of the person I will be facing this Sunday?
Hank: Yes sir...
David: Well, this "Prince of Darkness" is no match for the New Messiah. He may have some perverted, little boy molester for a priest guiding him, speaking his gospels of gloom and doom. He may have the very depths of hell riding on his heels, driven by demons infested in his very soul...
However, it doesn't make any difference. None, what-so-ever. Messiahs aren't supposed to be scared of those sort of things. No. That's why I will defeat this monster, Sunday. I'm not intimidated, I'm not afraid, in fact...I beat this man at the last Sunday Slam. Not cleanly from what I saw on the tape, but enough to show that I can defeat Draven.
Hank nods...
Hank: Aside from the fact that you'll be one-on-one against Draven. I was wondering...why did you lead us here? To the Empire State Building?
David: You know Hank, that's a very good question. This building is larger than life. It has stood the test of time, it has been the tallest buildings in the world at one point of time...
But I look at it in another way, Hank. I look at it as a model of what my career will become in this company. From my foundation in training and wrestling in Japan, I will shoot upwards into the top of the world. My matches will become bigger and bigger. From my debut, to my current and other feuds down the road, to main eventing at the WCF Pay-Per-Views and my eventual reign as WCF World Champion...
And when this career of mine is over, I will leave an impression. A landmark. In fact, a benchmark for other wrestlers in years to come to shoot for when wrestling for this business.
Hank looks upwards as well as the camera. It gives an impression to outsiders and viewers that the Empire State Building is larger than life. It does seem like it from ground level. The camera comes back down, focusing on David Alastair and Hank Brown...
Hank: Well Mr. Alastair, it was a pleasure to speak with you. Good luck on your match at Timebomb.
David nods...
David: Behold! For your new Messiah has spoken, Hank Brown. It was a pleasure of spreading my word out through this interview this evening...
And the camera fades to black...
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As the cameraman finally takes the camera off his shoulder, the WCF crew packs everything up. However, Hank looked at David in confusion...
Hank: So what was with that guy at the gym?
David sighed.
David: Well, it's a long story. And it's really none of my business to tell either. That's why I dragged you guys out of trouble and to here.
Hank: I see. Anyways, we gotta run back to the WCF Arena to set up for Timebomb and everything. Plus, maybe a few more interviews along the way. Who knows. See ya Sunday, dude.
David: Later.
Within the span of ten minutes, the WCF crew left. David breathed in for a moment, enjoying possibly one of the last moment of being alone before the long haul. But he couldn't help but wonder... where will he be in a few years' time? He shrugged it off, and look up towards the top of the building...
David (in thought): Now, I have to prove that point...
